The Forgotten Princess Rose-Chapter 216

Mathias laughed at Zayne instructing him to move quietly. He was close to spitting on Zayne’s shoes to show how much he disliked him.

Mathias unsheathed his sword just as Zayne did. "That’s not going to happen. See, that woman over there pissed off someone in a high position and I have been tasked to get rid of her. There are more women around the kingdom for you to play with. Find someone else."

"I keep wondering why out of the three of you only one has never changed about wanting the slave trade to be over with. The other wants something done but he won’t speak up so he’s useless and then there’s you, an idiot," said Zayne. novelbuddy.cσ๓

Mathias didn’t need someone else telling him about embracing he was once sold. Zayne could only judge him because he was never in that position. "You don’t get to tell us about what to do. People will look at us differently. Ask her how happy she is with everyone knowing she came from the brothel."

"So," Zayne inspected his clean sword. "You’re the one who spread that? Remember that you had the chance to run away. The tiniest chance to not be caught by my army but you ruined it because of your misplaced anger."

Mathias aimed his sword when Zayne took a step forward. "Misplaced anger? I’ve always hated her. She was treated well because the brothel owner’s son loved her. She acted like she didn’t enjoy the good treatment."

"The last you saw Rose, she had been a young girl. You wanted her to enjoy that he loved her? Don’t be so stupid as not to understand what he wanted from her,’ Zayne said, his attention going to Rose and Willow for a moment.

They were still safe and unaware of what occurred.

Mathias thought it was a small sacrifice at the time. Rose had to only entertain Graham while the rest of them were to do terrible things that Mathias didn’t want to think of. Graham was still a sick individual for considering him lying with men.

Mathias’s thoughts hadn’t changed that Rose wasn’t appreciative of the fact she hadn’t suffered like others did. Had she played her cards right, Rose could have become the madam of the brothel.

Zayne’s last bit of patience disappeared. He wasn’t in the mood to do much talking with Mathias to understand how an idiot’s mind worked.

Zayne swung his sword while Mathias was lost in thought, colliding it with Mathias’s sword in an attempt to knock it out of his hand.

Mathias’s hand stung from the way his wrist suddenly twisted from the force of the swords hitting. "You bastard. You can only attack when I am not ready."

Zayne didn’t see why Mathias expected a warning that he would attack. If his back was turned, Mathias would not give a warning that he was going to try to stab Zayne in the back.

Mathias gritted his teeth.

Zayne’s sword weighed more and it was larger. Mathias couldn’t understand how Zayne was lifting it so easily, not growing tired with each strike.

Mathias blocked each attempt for Zayne to strike him. It pissed him off to see Zayne smiling like this was entertaining and not serious. He knew he could take Zayne but the rumours about Zayne out at war started to fill his head.

Mathias had never seen Zaye fight with his eyes so seeing his sword and the force Zayne used which pushed him back with each strike, Mathias knew it was better to find a way out.

"Fight back," Zayne told Mathias.

It was boring to see Mathias sweat already. No one should be so bold and talkative when they can’t back it up.

Zayne laughed at the pathetic sight before him. "Was Alexander the skill and you the talker?"

Mathias didn’t have a comeback since he was focused on blocking Zayne’s sword. There was a noise that came from his sword which gave him the feeling that it would break soon. It was bound to because of Zayne’s sword and it was now he realised that Zayne kept aiming for the same spot as if he intended to break the sword from the start.

Mathias had to think fast and the only way to get out of this unharmed was to use Zayne’s weakness.

Rose.

She was a bit out of reach but Mathias knew it could outrun Zayne to get to her. Zayne wouldn’t be expecting the bold move to go to her.

He wasn’t left with a choice.

Mathias gathered all his strength to strike Zayne’s sword and send him back then turned to make a run for Rose.

Zayne knew what Mathias intended to do and swung his sword, making a long cut across Mathias’s back.

The piercing scream that followed caught Rose and Willow’s attention.

Rose stood up from the grass and turned to the source of the screams. The voice was familiar but she couldn’t make it out. She noticed Zayne and his soldiers walking behind someone pointing a sword at them.

Willow touched Rose’s hand. "What is happening?"

"Come," Rose said, taking Willow toward the carriage.

Neither of them knew how to fight and would only get in the way if the intruder came toward them.

There was one thing Rose was good at and it was to hide.

Willow followed Rose without any hesitation and got into the carriage Rose arrived in with Zayne.

"It’s fine. They will take care of it and come to us. We won’t see any blood in here," Rose said, relieved.

Today was not the day she wanted to see that side of Zayne. It should be left for the battlefield.

"Who were they here for? Me?" Willow wondered. It scared her to think someone was coming to harm her already.

"They could be here for Zayne. We shouldn’t think too much about it when we know nothing. This has shown me how I overthink," Rose said, understanding her mistake now that she watched someone do it.

"Sorry. It’s a habit that grew over time and it will get worse now that I think many will be after me," Willow explained. "When I grow past this time, it will be funny to look back at this time and laugh, won’t it?"

"I hope so," Rose replied, looking forward to her change. "I hope I can laugh at the things I once worried about. We can laugh together."

Willow nodded her head. She tensed up when she noticed someone nearing the carriage but relaxed when she saw it was only Zayne. The blood on his sword and sleeve concerned her at first but she relaxed soon after as she knew it wasn’t his.

Zayne opened the carriage door and tried to hide his hands from Rose. "We must move to somewhere more safe. I’ll ride the princess’s horse while you sit here."

"Who was it?" Rose asked.

"Mathias."

Rose was surprised to hear this. She hadn’t heard about him or seen him in a while. What was he doing around them? "Is he dead?"

"No, just in pain. I need you to join me at the old camp later with Alexander. Trust me," Zayne said, knowing she might not want to see Mathias but there was someone who needed to wake up.

"I will,’ Rose replied, trusting Zayne.